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of all the things we cannot change by maxbegone for High-Seas-Swan (FangLang)
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023)
21 Jun 2024
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Alex minutely registers the way his hands are now trembling, but he chalks it up to how tight he's been holding them. That, he assumes, at least makes sense. So is the way his heart is lodged in his throat right now in a way that makes him feel like he's going to puke if he so much as opens his mouth.
He listens for signs of anything out in the hallway, but Alex can't make out anything new save for the incessant buzzing he figures must be part of some alarm.
He tugs at his collar, suddenly tight and uncomfortable, popping a few more buttons than he already has undone. "It's really hot in here," he says breathily, the back of his neck beginning to heat up.
Henry turns toward him. "It's—Alex? Are you alright?"
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Or, a canon-divergent hospital scene.
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we're made wonderful by maxbegone for thesleepyskipper
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023)
13 Jun 2024
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Alex's arms are linked around his neck from behind, brushing his fingertips back and forth against the exposed skin of Henry's collarbone where his shirt dips. He rides the rise and fall of Alex's breaths like a wave, imagines himself melting into this embrace permanently. He'd take the rocks and sink all the way down, down, down into Alex's heart if he'd let him.
That is, if the Crown didn't pull him right back out. Even if he kicked and screamed, no one would hear him. No one but Alex, he supposes. It's a heartbreaking thought.
Princes aren't supposed to be gay.
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Alex, Henry, and stolen moments post-Wimbledon.
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of hubris and fowl by maxbegone for stereopticons
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
25 Jan 2024
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"The bird fucking bit me," Alex tells her before she can get a word out.
June blinks. "What?"
"And I'm bleeding."
"What?" She repeats.
Alex just holds up his hand, the bundle of tissues now somewhat sticking to his wound.
"Alex," she starts, exasperated, "what the actual fuck?"
On the evening of Wednesday, November 27th, 2019, the First Son of the United States, Alexander Claremont-Diaz, sustained minor injuries after contact with a wild turkey. Out of abundance of caution, Mr. Claremont-Diaz was transported to Walter Reed Medical Center for evaluation and treatment, as is protocol after contact with a wild animal.
Or, Alex is dramatic, (definitely) antagonizes a turkey, and everyone thinks he's overreacting.
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all so human with our guards down by maxbegone
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
11 Jan 2024
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“Constant fear is debilitating,” Alex tells him later on. The sun has risen, though it’s barely prominent through the dark clouds in the sky. “Even in the world we live in now, you need to find the things that make it feel…normal.”
Of course, Alex isn’t even sure that makes much sense, and he thinks about doubling back on what he just said with something stupid and word-vomitty, whatever pops into his head first, but Henry beats him to it. Much more suitable, and it puts Alex’s mind at ease:
“I’m starting to think you’re right.”
The world ended three years ago. No more all-night study sessions, no more drag brunch and mimosas, no more societal expectations.
But out of everything Alex was expecting from an apocalypse, Henry sure as hell wasn't it.
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A series of Firstprince AUs.
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of marble men and maidens overwrought by maxbegone
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
12 Sep 2023
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“Alex,” Henry begins, “you’re overworked, certainly overtired—“
“I’ve had coffee.”
He ignores him. “Why don’t you take a break for the rest of the day?”
“I need to get this part done.” Alex snaps his head back up, ignoring the stars he begins to see on his periphery. He starts digging through his pile of articles. “There’s a point I’m trying to make, and I know there’s something in one of these fucking things that will back it…”
“Okay, well, none of this is going anywhere. You and I both know you’re not going to forget what it is you’re doing if you step away for a while.”
Alex tosses one of the papers to the side. “I might.”
“Alex.”
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TK rests his head on Carlos' shoulder, and Carlos leans his head on his. In the distance, music thrums softly as laughter is carried throughout the venue. It's perfect, in this charming and private moment of theirs.
"What are you thinking?" TK asks him quietly, as if speaking any louder will break the spell that's fallen on them.
"That this really is the best day of my life."
TK lifts his head up and smiles. "Mine, too. I'd say it's almost perfect."
"Yeah..." Carlos breathes out shakily as he tries to stave off the tears for what feels like the hundredth time today, and he does it, but barely. "Almost."
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where the empty space is a saving grace by maxbegone
Fandoms: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020)
18 Feb 2023
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“G-Gwyn?”
She peers over at him again. “Carlos?” She asks teasingly.
“What are we—what are you doing here? Where am I?”
“We are getting dim-sum,” she tells him as if it’s obvious.
“We are?”
“Yes.” She turns back to the menu. “And you’re figuring out what to bring back home to TK. When you’re ready.”
Carlos feels landlocked, rooted to the spot with no ability to move. He nearly knocks over the glass of water in front of him as he looks around, his eyes darting from one end of the room to the other.
This is not their usual Chinese takeout. It’s unfamiliar, a hole-in-the-wall sort of place with tables and chairs that probably haven’t been changed out in a good fifteen years or so, and Hana, who he swears he was talking to just a moment ago, is now Gwyneth Morgan.
“You’re…Gwyn, you’re dead.”
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“So it was…a comfortable home, then?” Frank asks, and just like everything with this man, Bill is taken aback.
He’s never really focused on how to describe this place outside of “home.” Four walls and a roof, a picket fence and overly-friendly neighbors he steered clear of solely because he wanted to.
But, sure. “Comfortable,” he repeats as if he’s testing it. “There are worse words.” He takes a sip of wine, letting it bob against his lips before continuing. “Thank you for not saying ‘loving.”
“Well, that’s not for me to assume now, is it?” Frank replies. He raises a brow. “But who knows…maybe it could be.”
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Taking both of his hands in her own, his mom takes a deep breath, smiles once more and says, “There are some people in our family that can…travel through time.”
Somewhere in the distance a truck horn honks. A motorcycle engine revs. There’s a screech of laughter from a balcony below them.
And TK is sitting there in confused silence, unable to think of a clever response.
Eventually he comes up with, “You’re joking.”
“I just told you I wasn’t.”
“No, but you’ve gotta be,” he reasons.
“I’m not.”
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After his life seemingly comes crashing down around him, TK learns that he can time travel.
Or, the About Time-inspired AU
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i’ll go on singing till i know you’ve heard by maxbegone
Fandoms: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020)
07 Oct 2022
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“It’s not that hard to make it from scratch,” he mutters, shaking his head, and TK snorts. His fiancé isn’t pretentious about much, but for some reason pre-made margarita mix irks him.
They split up in the produce section, TK reminding Carlos to grab avocados and a few heads of lettuce as he heads toward the fruit, tossing his empty cup away.
He’s tying up a bag of limes when someone speaks up from behind him.
“Excuse me. You’re TK, right?”
He turns toward the voice and he immediately blinks in surprise, because smiling at him in what almost looks like relief is someone he had been thinking about for months on end.
“Genevieve.”
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“You know I don’t…I don’t think I’ve dreamed about my mom since she died,” TK announces after a while. “I just realized that.”
“Hey.” Carlos spins him around halfway. “It’s okay.”
“No, I know.” He sets his free hand on Carlos’ shoulder. “It’s just…the whole thing makes me feel a little…broken.”
He drops his gaze to the pot, scraping the spoon along the bottom to keep the smaller pieces of turkey from sticking. It’s easier than looking at Carlos directly. He’ll fall apart if he does.
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Upon discovering he hasn't had any dreams about his mom since she died, TK searches for answers.
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It’s borderline haunting, because she sees this and then the rig, and there’s Tim and the effing volcano and the night she couldn’t leave the firehouse. And then she sees TK, happy and healthy and smiling and remembers how fucking scared she was in the snow despite maintaining decorum.
And then she looks at Tommy and remembers that she’s lost people, too. A lot of people, and not just at work.
Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.
“My two best friends died on the job,” she blurts.
Fuck.
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He bites his lip. “Babe,” he calls, and Carlos looks up.
“Mm?”
“I think I figured out what to watch.”
His brow furrows despite the amused smile as he walks back over. “What’s that?”
TK hums in the affirmative. “You.”
Carlos laughs. “Cute.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know you are, babe,” he replies, laughing again, and presses a kiss to his cheek.
He’s still not getting it. It’s been an entire day since they’ve seen each other. Dinner can fucking wait.
“Take that shirt off,” TK insists, voice low and grumbly as he brings up a hand to rest on Carlos’ chest. He slides it up slow until his fingers hook into the v of his collar, snapping two buttons open.
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“Hi.”
“Hi.” Carlos brings a hand up to cup his cheek. “Did you really do that last night?”
“I really did that last night,” TK with a quiet giggle. “Did you really say yes?”
It’s his turn to laugh now as he glides his thumb over the delicate skin under his eye. “I really said yes.”
The look TK gives him makes his heart catch in his throat all over again, and Carlos has never been more grateful to not have a shift. Because now he’s tearing up once again, remembering TK’s hushed speech hours before the rest of the world woke up, wrapped in a heap of comforters and hands clasped tightly together between them. They were solid and steady words, and Carlos, he swears, has them tattooed on his heart forever, right next to “Breathe, breathe, breathe.”
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An episode coda to 3.18
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“Okay.” He drops a pack of gauze onto the bench and pinches his nose. “What?”
“That’s the most you’ve said about it,” she states.
“Because I didn’t really want to talk about it.”
“Okay…and now?”
He sighs. “Maybe.”
“Well…” Nancy looks around at the empty garage. Aside from a few stragglers, everyone seems to be doing their own thing while it’s quiet. “Now’s a good time.”
“And you get to decide that because…”
“Because I saved your naked ass out in the snow and saw way too much of you doing it, and I chewed through my nails at the hospital. The least you could do is give me even a fake excuse.”
Oddly enough, it gets TK to laugh. He knows she’s not actually pressuring him into anything, but he also knows that he’s not going to get out of this conversation without giving her something. And she’s kind of right — he does owe her. After all, he’d been pretty short with her for a while after the breakup.
In other terms: he was a little bitch.
“I broke his heart.”
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An AU fic after the events of 3.04
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He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “I just keep thinking about my dad.”
Carlos remains unmoving, eyes trained on TK.
“What—“ He pauses. “What if he gets like that?”
“TK, your dad isn’t going to hurt anyone.”
“He’s punched multiple people, Carlos. In the last year. What if it keeps going and he gets angrier and I can’t get through to him?”
“Have you talked to him?”
TK shakes his head. “No. He doesn’t listen to me. And if he doesn’t listen to his own kid, then who’s he going to listen to?”
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“I’m okay,” he admits on an exhale. “I kind of keep running it over and over in my head, you know?”
“I’m sure.”
“And Carlos, he’s...he’s resting,” TK continues, walking over to a shelf. He’s antsy at best, but he was completely honest when he said earlier that he’s better off at work. “I’m just trying to make sense of it.”
“You had your choice taken away.”
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An episode coda after the events of 3.12
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TK’s breath hitches, lower lip wobbling as his hands dig into his arms. “I almost did it today.”
Carlos leans in a little closer, eyes big and warm and beautiful. Nothing TK deems himself worthy of right now. “Did what?”
He swallows. “Relapsed.”
The word doesn’t explode like he expects, it pops and fizzles out, dying in the air between them as his own blood runs cold. He feels as sick as he did when he got the phone call, but more shaken up, less numb. Because he knew exactly what he was doing.
“And I was ready, too.”
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A coda to 3.08.
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Gwyn bumps his shoulder. “Now what are you really talking about?” She asks, but she knows. And he knows she knows.
But Carlos explains anyway. “With Jonah. With his team, his career.”
“With you,” she adds softly, bringing her hand up to squeeze his arm. “I’ve seen the way he loves you.”
His lips twitch into a tiny remnant of a smile. “I’m very lucky.”
In the crowd, TK’s since moved from spinning Jonah around in lieu of actual dancing to bouncing and rocking him slow as he talks to Mark and now Nancy, a hand securely on the baby’s back as he laughs.
“Anyone loved by TK is lucky,” Carlos adds.